I swore to myself that I’d get up early this morning and clean. First, though, I had to go look at the flowers. And the bunnies. But mostly, the flowers. There’s not much going on out there, aside from the echinacea. I forgot how long echinacea blooms last. They’re like the energizer bunnies of flowers!
The liatris is just starting to show a little bit of pinky-purple, too, so I should have that to look at soon. (Mine is behind, because it was transplanted so late in the season.) There’s also a plant I got from my mom, that she didn’t know the name of. It’s starting to get what looks like the very starts of buds. I think she said it has red flowers.
So, new flowers shall be forthcoming!
That’s assuming that the grounds crew doesn’t chop everything down. I came home Wednesday to find that they’d mowed and weed whacked, and my four o’clocks were lying on the ground. They didn’t actually cut them down, thankfully, but somehow the plants got bent over. I propped them up and everything seems happy. Not that it’s possible to kill four o’clocks, anyway. I literally stuck bare stalks (the roots had broken off) into the ground on the 4th of July. I have flowers now. I’m amazed.
The weed wacker got one of my echinacea plants, too. And he knew he did it, because he took away the chopped off plant. I could tell by the twisted fibers on the cut end of the stump that it’d been weed whacked, though. Grrr. I guess I should be thankful that he didn’t chop them all down?
Note to grounds crew: If there’s a big clump of plants with flowers all over them, they are not grass. DO NOT CUT THEM!
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